coin), and his wife, Emma (Mary Steenburgen), who are used to playing host to federal witnesses/weirdos. The Morgans are received by the local marshal, Clay Wheeler (Sam Elliott, looking more and more as if his face should be embossed on a U.S. Instead, Vincent begins hunting the Morgans, risking everything for nothing, and prompting the feds to move the warring couple to Wyoming.įittingly, once Paul and Meryl get out West, “Did Your Hear About the Morgans?” gets a second wind. Given that the feds know all about the arms dealer and nothing about the killer, why wouldn’t Vincent just leave town, his anonymity intact? Because then there wouldn’t be a movie. That the dead man was Meryl’s client is almost completely irrelevant, and so is the ensuing narrative: Turns out the victim was an arms dealer, and the assassin, Vincent (Michael Kelly), presumably was working for a foreign agent or government. Taking a postprandial walk to their respective homes, they get an unexpected treat: A murder takes place on a terrace above them, the body plummets to the street, and the killer shows his face to the startled couple. After some begging on Paul’s part, Meryl agrees to dine with him at a high-end East Side restaurant (presumably so they can bum out all the other people eating $100 dinners).
Nor, for that matter, is much of the pic’s depiction of Manhattan as a soul-crushing hellhole.Įveryone looks a bit frantic and miserable. Paul is clearly trying to woo Meryl back, but his efforts annoy not only Meryl but also the couple’s his-and-her personal assistants, Jackie (Elisabeth Moss) and Adam (Jesse Liebman), whose obsessive text-messaging and general careerism is neither charming nor funny. Over a black-and-white opening credits sequence, we hear lawyer Paul Morgan (Grant) leaving an extended voicemail for his estranged wife, Meryl (Parker), a high-rolling New York real estate agent whose success has landed her on the cover of a major magazine.